Fin de Semana
The streets are filled
with ice cream and cerveza
and the wildly patterned legs
of senoritas.
It is a day
of sunlight and red flowers
and fuchsia flowers and blue.
A slight wind
strums the swaying branches
of the palms,
joins other village sounds
to compete with the passing hum
of traffic streaming
from the city to our shores,
seeking the gentle lap of water against willow,
hypnotic bobbing of the pelicans
between the undulating liria––
a lazy day away
from urban life.
For NaPoWriMo
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Beautifully flowing
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You took me there with this delightful poem, Judy! I love the use of colour in the first stanza, and the sound and movement in the second and third. My favourite lines:
‘seeking the gentle lap of water against willow,
hypnotic bobbing of the pelicans
between the undulating liria’.
What an image!
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Thanks, Kim.
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Those “wildly patterned legs” of señoritas me da ánimo para seguir viviendo.
Y gracias por la poesía.
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Muchas gracias, Chado!!!
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